I met Chris in 1978 at the School of Contemporary Music. He was in a piano rebuilders co-op which I joined. Over the years we were in seven different piano shops, two of which I had him thrown out of. You may ask, why did you ever go back with him? Anyone who knew him would know the answer. In spite of him lacking what you would consider normal social barriers, he was a unique and exotic creature who made you think and examine your existence. He was unrelenting in that regard. We argued about almost everything. I had dinner with him the night before he died and we debated how much water was in Gin and that is why he did not have to consume the daily recommended amount. No conversation seemed to have an ending so getting off the phone with him was a challenge. Knowing Chris for nearly half a century opened the doors to traveling back in time which only long term friends can give you. I knew his ups and downs and he knew mine. We spoke almost everyday the last couple of years and the conversation would begin with me asking him “are you still alive?” Sad to say that he cannot answer yes. For better or worse I will miss him terribly.